Castle s08e22 Episode Script
Crossfire
1 Previously on "Castle" Vikram: There was a word LokSat.
I forwarded the whole thing to Agent McCord.
12 hours later, they were dead And what is LokSat? A very powerful and a very dirty analyst inside the CIA.
Vikram: Caleb Brown.
He'll lead us straight to LokSat.
This cellphone is enabled with GPS and will only function at Astor Park.
You can trace LokSat's next call.
This is it.
It's our one shot at LokSat.
[The Brady Bunch's "Sunshine Day" playing on radio.]
I think I'll go for a walk outside now [Pounding.]
The summer sun's callin' my name I hear ya now, I just can't stay inside all day I got to get out, get me some of those raaays Everybody seems so happy today [Pounding continues and muffled screaming.]
It's a sunshine day [Whistling.]
I think I'll take a walk every day now The summer sun has shown me the way to be happy now I just can't stay inside all day I got to get out, get me some of those raaays Everybody's smilin' Don't you just love this song? [Muffled shouting.]
Everybody seems so happy today I think I'll go for a walk outside now The summer sun's callin' my name I hear ya now [Distorted.]
I just can't stay inside all day I got to get out, get me some of those raaays Everybody smilin', Sunshine day [Suspenseful music plays.]
Okay, it's almost time.
All right.
Shall we review? Vikram: Please.
All right, according to Caleb, this phone is gonna ring at exactly 8:00 a.
m.
Now, because it's GPS-enabled, it will only work in this particular park.
At which time, an electronically altered voice Most likely LokSat's will issue Caleb his orders.
Orders that I'll intercept and trace with a cellular relay.
Okay, I'm gonna attach you to the relay.
You connected, Vikram? Synched up and ready to go.
Guys, this is it.
If all goes well, we'll identify LokSat and finally take his ass down.
And if anything goes sideways, we immediately shut it down and meet up at the precinct, got it? Roger that.
- You thinking what I'm thinking? - Mmhmm.
You want a Fudgsicle, too? I know.
Could be a trap.
Just because Caleb switched sides doesn't mean that LokSat doesn't have him under surveillance.
Any one of these people could be a LokSat agent or even LokSat himself.
Do you care to put a wager on it? Wager on what? On which one's LokSat.
I got 20 bucks says it's that handsy yogi over there.
I'm going for the Carrot Top Cruella De Vil.
Wait, wait Does she look a bit like your first ex-wife? She kind of does.
Oh, my God.
Could my ex-wife be LokSat? [Cellphone ringing.]
'Cause in a lot of ways, that would make perfect sense.
[Cellphone beeps.]
All right, Vikram.
Here we go.
Man: [Distorted.]
Good morning, Caleb.
I have an urgent matter for you.
There's an abandoned warehouse near Broadway and Flushing in Brooklyn.
There's a security booth in the parking lot.
Dead-drop a flash drive with the new bank routing numbers in the top drawer of that booth at precisely noon today for my accountant to retrieve.
That is all for now.
[Keyboard clacking.]
Did you get a trace? Vikram: I don't know.
The call was short.
Wait.
I got something.
Oh, no.
It says here the call originated in DYE-2.
A What's that? It's an abandoned Cold War radar station in the Arctic Circle.
LokSat must've set up a cellular relay there.
Guys, this is a dead end.
Or is it an opportunity? We all heard Caleb's instructions.
LokSat's accountant is going to expose himself at that dead drop.
Talk about high on the food chain.
We get LokSat's accountant It could bring us one step closer to LokSat himself.
Vikram, send an encrypted e-mail to Caleb.
He's gonna have to show up at that dead drop.
And you have to get ahold of Hayley.
We need all the help we can get.
[Sirens wailing.]
[Sighs.]
No matter how long I've been on the job, the burned ones always get me.
Yo, Lanie, we have a name? No, he's a John Doe.
Do we know who owns the car? It was stolen last night from a used car lot.
Unfortunately, I can't tell you much right now other than the victim was male.
And you see these burnt remnants around his legs, hands, and face? - Duct tape? - Yep.
Our victim was bound, gagged, and very much alive when the killer lit the fire.
Hell of a way to go.
Yo, this is an Andercott briefcase very high-end.
Can still make out the serial number on the frame.
If we're lucky, our victim registered it, and we can get his name that way.
Killer chose this location for a reason Vacant buildings on either side, not a security camera in sight.
It rained last night, so, clearly, these tracks were made afterwards.
Might be from the killer walking to his getaway car.
Yeah.
You know, why don't we make impressions of all the shoeprints and tire tracks? Maybe we'll get lucky.
And what do I need these for? Like I said, you're the lookout.
W-When we do our surveillance of LokSat's accountant, we're gonna need you to find a high vantage point, be our eye in the sky.
There's not a guitar in there, is there? Not the kind that plays music.
- Uh, Hayley.
- Hmm.
I-In case anything goes wrong I will get Martha and Alexis here, and I will protect them.
You have my word.
Thank you.
I owe you one.
And by one, I mean more like one dozen.
Mm.
After we take down LokSat, I am thinking I might tender my resignation.
So, you want to go back to being a government analyst? I want to go back to being boring.
Kind of forgotten what that feels like.
I know that probably sounds stupid.
[Chuckling.]
No.
No, not at all.
Thank you for doing this with me.
Are you kidding? Thank you for everything.
Almost there.
Yeah, almost.
Speaking of, we should head out.
Hey, Captain.
I'm sorry, are we Are we interrupting something? Uh, no.
What's going on? Well, we got a lead on our homicide.
The tire impressions made by our killer's getaway car show that the wheels were staggered, meaning the ones in the back were larger than the ones up front.
So, the car's exotic.
Well, specifically, it means that the car was either mid- or rear-engine.
So, even though we don't have any traffic cams from near the crime scene, we can scrub footage from the surrounding areas and then Hopefully find a car that fits the bill.
Okay.
Good job.
I'll leave you guys to it.
Yo, Beckett.
Is there something going on that we should know about? No.
Vikram, you got a view on that security booth? Completely unobstructed.
Okay, between the both of us, we should get a good photo of that accountant.
Are you sure that's all we'll need? Yeah, Vikram's gonna run the accountant's photo through facial recognition.
We'll I.
D.
it, and then we'll track him down later.
Hayley, you in position? That's an affirmative.
Your guitar all tuned up, ready to play? Just about.
Castle, you see anything? No.
Just two sewer rats fighting over a piece of pizza.
- Hayley? - Yeah? You see anything? All quiet on the Western front.
I don't get it.
Caleb sent me back an encrypted e-mail confirming he'd make the drop at noon sharp.
Don't worry.
He'll be here.
What f-stop are you using? Excuse me? F-stop, it's a function on the camera.
It tells it how much light to permit Yeah, no, I know what an f-stop is.
This isn't a shoot for National Geographic.
It's on auto.
[Guffaws.]
[Chuckling.]
Auto.
No, no, no.
Never use auto.
Here, let me get that for you.
- Castle, stop messing with my stuff.
- Ow.
I thought you liked it when I messed with your stuff? Hey, um, I hate to interrupt your pillow talk, but Caleb Brown's just arrived.
All right, guys.
Eyes peeled.
The accountant's gonna be nearby.
[Cellphone buzzing.]
[Buzzing stops.]
Okay, Caleb's making the drop.
[Cellphone vibrates.]
[Sighs.]
Espo, I'm kind of busy here.
Esposito: I know, I know, but listen I traced the serial number on that briefcase from the crime scene.
It belongs to Caleb Brown.
So, I had the lab run his DNA.
It's a match.
Caleb's dead.
Here's our victim.
[Static.]
Espo? Are you there? What is it? That's not Caleb.
Castle, this is a trap.
S08E22 Crossfire Anyone there? Can you hear us? Hayley? Vikram? They got a frequency jammer, Castle.
We're cut off.
[Engines rev, tires screech.]
Uh-oh.
Open fire! Castle! Sniper! Ohh! I don't have a clear shot.
I'm out.
Yeah, same.
Get in! Mason? We're out of here.
No one's following.
We're clear.
That was amazing! Mason, you, sir, are quite literally a lifesaver.
And talk about a getaway vehicle.
A Korean barbecue taco truck? Are you serious? Is anyone hungry right now? Because I could totally whip up some kimchi tostadas.
- Who are you? - Whoa.
Easy now.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
No, no, no, no.
Kate, Kate, Kate.
This is Mason Wood.
He's the head of the Greatest Detective Society.
I told you about meeting him in L.
A.
That doesn't mean that we can trust him.
Fine, don't trust me, but would you mind pointing that thing away from me? It makes me just a bit nervous.
Don't worry.
She's out of bullets.
Why would you tell him that? Because he saved our lives, and he's a friend! Who just happened to be at the right place at the right time with the right Korean barbecue taco truck? I don't think so.
She does make a good point.
Mason, what are you doing here? Your mother sent me.
My mother?! You know Martha? No, not that mother The other one.
The, uh, stepmother, Rita.
How do you know her? Once upon a time I was a lawyer with the State Department, and, on an overseas assignment, Rita was in my convoy going to the embassy.
We were hit.
We were taken hostage.
If it hadn't been for Rita, I Look, I just owe her, all right? And when she called and said that you two were sticking your noses into something dangerous and needed a babysitter, I said okay.
Did she tell you about LokSat, how it's connected Okay, just stop right there.
Now, whatever this is and whoever you have obviously pissed off, the less I know about this, the better my chances are of staying alive.
Remember, I'm just a babysitter, so I'll change your diapers and feed you your bottle and save you from a strike force of armed mercenaries, but I am not joining your fight.
Here, give me your cellphone.
Hit squad could find us on it.
I'm gonna dump them.
Here.
You're welcome to take anything you need.
It's all untraceable.
Good luck to both of you.
How do we thank you? You solved my friend's murder back in L.
A.
Let's call it even.
Here.
How did that happen? We were careful.
LokSat must've discovered that Caleb betrayed him and then got wind of us.
So LokSat killed Caleb, and then all he had to do was hack in to Caleb's account and send a fake e-mail to Vikram agreeing to make that drop.
LokSat is going to keep coming for us.
Or worse, he's gonna come after our families.
Okay, well, my dad's away on business, so he's okay for now, but you got to get Hayley to pick up Alexis and Martha and take them to the P.
I.
office safe room.
What about Vikram? He's in danger, too.
I'll track him down.
Then we'll meet up, and we'll make a plan.
No, no, no.
Come on.
Don't give me that face.
Just say, "We'll meet at the P.
I.
office.
" We'll meet at the P.
I.
office.
Okay.
I love you.
I love you, too.
- Yo.
- Hey.
Still haven't found any rear or mid-engine cars yet, but I still have several traffic cams to scrub through so Check this out.
CSU uncovered a message in that burned-out trunk.
Now, I think it was from Caleb.
He must've scratched it when the killer was driving him to that empty parking lot.
He carved it into the metal.
It survived the blaze.
Was he trying to I.
D.
his killer for us? "R-T H-D M-N"? Right-hand man.
Well, whose right-hand man? Vikram: LokSat's.
Who's LokSat? Caleb left that message for Beckett.
You're still not answering the question, Vikram.
Who the hell is LokSat? The Big Bad Wolf.
The person behind Senator Bracken, Allison Hyde, the hit squads Every terrible thing that's happened to me and Beckett for the past nine months.
You shouldn't have told them.
Yeah.
You should've.
Now tell us everything.
Come on.
No, no, no, no, no, no.
He's okay, he's okay, he's okay.
It's about bloody time you got here.
[Gasps.]
Oh, Richard.
Darling.
Oh, thank goodness you're all right.
[Sighs.]
Thank you.
- Where's Katherine? - She's coming.
So, what's going on? W-Why are we on lockdown? You didn't tell them? Considering the danger, I didn't think it was my place.
Dad, does this have something to do with what you found out in L.
A.
? Of course.
I apologize.
Uh, y-you both have a right to know.
This all started when So, Caleb was burned alive because LokSat found out that he switched sides and was working with you? Yeah, and now LokSat is going after Vikram, Castle, me Anyone that knows anything about them.
So, I need you guys to forget everything that you just heard.
Oh, no, afraid we can't do that, boss.
You guys, LokSat took out my entire AG team.
I'm not gonna let that happen to you.
And we're not gonna let you go to war without your two best soldiers.
Right now there's no war to be fought.
Castle and I are probably gonna have to disappear for awhile At least until we find another lead on LokSat.
Beckett, we already have one.
Caleb I.
D.
'd his killer.
LokSat's right-hand man.
You know what this means? Catching Caleb's killer will put us on a path to LokSat.
[Door opens.]
Guys, I got him.
- The right-hand man? - Yeah.
I found a credit-card hit off of Caleb's financials.
He ate alone at a diner last night.
They just e-mailed me the security-cam footage from the parking lot.
That's Caleb with the briefcase? Yes.
And that's got to be LokSat's right-hand man.
So, this is right before he torched Caleb.
He never had a chance.
Can you run facial recognition? No, we only have his profile.
LokSat and his cleaner have had us running for cover like they're the hunters.
That's good.
They'll never see us coming.
That is not what we agreed to.
You were supposed to grab Vikram and then come straight here.
I-I know, but that was before the guys were brought in on this and before we got actionable evidence on LokSat.
I can't leave now.
Well, then I'm coming down there.
I No.
No.
Absolutely not.
You can't risk coming out in the open.
And you can't risk staying in the open.
Castle, I am in one of the safest buildings in the city A police station A-and better yet, my police station with my cops.
Nothing's gonna happen to me while I'm here.
[Knock on door.]
Captain Beckett.
Babe, I-I got to go.
Will you stay at the precinct? Yes.
I promise.
I'll stay here.
I love you.
I love you, too.
[Cellphone beeps.]
- What do you got? - We found him.
So, we scrubbed through every available traffic cam around the crime scene, and we were only able to find one car with staggered wheels due to being mid-engine.
Which matches the tire impressions we found at the crime scene.
This is the car five blocks from the vacant lot, driving away.
No plates.
So, how do we know that LokSat's right-hand man is driving the car? Just wait.
Using traffic cams, we can follow the car to what we assume is his house.
[Mouse clicking, computer beeping.]
That's him, all right.
Who owns the home? A shell corporation.
Now watch.
This is a live shot.
He's still there.
All right, grab your tac gear.
We're going to that house.
Excuse me, Beckett.
Correct me if I'm wrong, but didn't you just tell Castle that you're staying put here at the precinct? You think I'm gonna send you into harm's way while I'm sitting safe behind a desk? No.
Not gonna happen.
You got a target on your back, we don't.
You're staying here.
Uh, he does know that I'm captain, right? Yes, ma'am.
You can fire us both for insubordination if you want.
Otherwise, we got this.
A feisty Merlot, an elegant spread, delightful company If I wasn't scared out of my mind, this would be a lovely afternoon.
I should be with Kate.
I promised her we'd take down LokSat together.
You also promised you'd stay here.
- I'm going to the precinct.
- Oh, no.
- I'll be fine.
Don't worry.
- I don't think Hey, it's okay.
[Sighs.]
It's fine.
I'll be fine.
Don't worry.
I will see you soon.
Okay? See you soon.
What are you doing? You can't go out there alone.
Someone has to watch your back.
And someone has to watch theirs.
[Sighs.]
I don't know those guys out front.
I know you.
Stay with them.
Please.
No need.
I'm armed.
I'm packing.
See? I'll be fine.
Mm.
Be careful.
Esposito: All right, Beckett, we're ready to breach.
Go.
NYPD! Move! Man: Front room clear! Room all clear! [Door slams open.]
Ryan: Get the closets.
Clear! Clear! Come on, guys.
Talk to me.
What do you see? Bedroom clear! Man: Clear! Place is empty, Captain.
By empty, we mean completely empty.
No furniture, no right-hand man, no nothing.
Beckett, he tricked us.
12th precinct, please 24th and 7th, fast as you can.
You got it, pal.
I hear ya now, I just can't stay inside all day I got to get out, get me some of those raaays Don't you just love this song? Everybody's laughin', sunshine day CSU is taking the place apart.
They're not gonna find anything.
Place was a way station.
You think he planned for us to follow him there? LokSat's people are CIA, which means they are experts at tactical subterfuge.
My guess is "Mr.
Right-Hand Man" anticipated our ability to track down his vehicle from the crime scene, and he led us to a place where he knew he could lose us.
Vikram: And your guess would be right.
Surveillance cameras on the street behind the house were disabled yesterday morning.
Ryan: So, our guy walked right in the front door, walked right out the back.
Which means we have no way of knowing where he went.
[Beeping, door whirs open.]
Ah.
Good.
Awake and alert, I see.
Who are you? Does it matter? I understand that, as a writer, the naming of a thing would seem to be of paramount importance, but, trust me, my name is the least consequential thing for you to know right now.
It's an embarrassing name, isn't it? Like "A Boy Named Sue"? Maybe your mother called you doofus.
I was named by the state.
But for operational purposes, I'm known as "Mr.
Flynn," and I've been entrusted with your interrogation.
By the time we're done, you will have revealed the names of everyone who knows about LokSat.
[Chuckles.]
So you can kill them? [Chuckling.]
Forget it.
I'm not telling you anything.
I'm not betraying anyone.
I don't care how many thumbscrews you put to me.
Oh, no.
I don't believe in torture.
Science is much more effective, and the company has made great leaps in the field of chemical truth agents.
Within the hour, you will tell me everything I want to know.
And then you will die.
Now, tell me honestly, was knowing my name really that important? Beckett: Dead end is not good enough.
This guy doesn't get to be smarter than us.
There's too much at stake here.
If we lose this thread, then we're just sitting ducks.
[Sighs.]
I need a miracle, guys.
Okay.
You got it.
One miracle coming up.
[Cellphone rings.]
[Cellphone beeps.]
Castle? No, it's Mason Wood.
Uh, I thought that you were done with us.
I was, but, unfortunately for me, I think I may have a lead that could help you.
What kind of a lead? A source that I worked with back in the early aughts, he's a facilitator for extralegal intelligence operations.
If anybody knows the dark side of the CIA, it's him.
Good.
Then we'll go see him.
- No, no, not we me.
- No, uh, Mason This guy's default setting is early '70s conspiracy thriller.
He won't talk to you.
Hell, he might not even talk to me.
Mason, this is my fight, and you're not gonna know the right questions to ask.
I have to be there.
All right, meet me in an hour at the corner of Grand and East Broadway.
Mr.
Flynn: Correct dosage is the key Just enough to compromise the central cortex and the parietal lobe.
Too much and well [Laughs.]
Let's just say that forgetting how to breathe is kind of a drag.
[Chuckles.]
Can I ask you a personal question? No.
As I said, I was raised by the state.
I never had a family growing up.
I never knew love in the way that you so clearly do.
Well, why don't you unstrap me? I'll come give you a big hug.
I've read your files.
You were an incorrigible playboy before you met Katherine Beckett.
What changed? I fell in love with her.
Why? Because I'd never met anyone like her.
Well, you've never met anyone like me.
Yeah, but you don't have the legs or the eyes or the brains or the heart.
Beckett makes me laugh.
She challenges me.
I became a better man.
W-Why am I telling you this? Right.
But these feelings make you vulnerable.
Surely, you must see that.
Yeah, well, what's the alternative, to be like you, a man alone without empathy? She's the reason you are on this table.
If you never met her, you'd most likely have a very long life ahead of you.
Surely, you would take a do-over if offered.
No, I wouldn't.
Hmm.
Interesting.
She's gonna find you You and LokSat.
And she's gonna bury you both.
And I can't tell a lie, right? Yes, but the fact that you believe it does not make it the truth.
Kate Beckett is going to be dead by the end of the night, and there is nothing you can do about it.
You seen Beckett? No.
Hey, guys.
I got something.
I pulled all active and passive cellphone signals originating from the cell tower that served the empty house.
Must have been hundreds.
Try thousands.
Which was daunting.
But then I screened them against phone signals along the route the right-hand man took from the crime scene to the house, and those IMEI numbers started to shrink until only one remained.
That, gentlemen, is Right-Hand Man's phone number.
Can you locate where that phone is right now? I could try.
Thanks for sharing your personal feelings.
They've given me some real insight.
You know, you You don't have to do this.
Clearly, you're looking for something more.
[Chuckles.]
Oh, no.
You misunderstood me.
I'm not yearning for a happy family, simply insight into how best to dissect one.
Now, time to get down to business.
Look, um maybe I could make a quick trip to the little boys' room before we get started with any more questions? Oh.
I won't be asking the hard questions.
Who will? My boss, the man you call LokSat.
[Beeping, door slides open.]
[Footsteps approach.]
Surprise.
You're LokSat? Yes, although, technically, that's the code name for my extralegal operations.
So, everything that happened in L.
A.
, the GDS, that was all a lie? Oh, no, no, no, no, the Greatest Detective Society is very real, connected in no way to my work with the CIA.
Think of it as a fun hobby.
[Chuckles.]
My stepmother is she dead? Not yet, but I needed you to trust me so I could find out who else knew about my existence before I kill you two.
So, let's get right to it because I have to meet your wife in just a few minutes.
Is he ready? - Yes, sir.
- All right, then.
Truth time.
Who knows about me? Beckett, obviously, and Vikram.
What about Hayley Shipton? Yes.
Detectives Ryan and Esposito? Yes.
What about your mother? Yes.
Ah.
Your daughter? - Yes.
- Yes.
Aww.
Anyone else? No.
Good.
That will be a weight off my shoulders once everyone has been neutralized.
Don't do this, please.
There is no shame in losing, Mr.
Castle only in the hubris that made you think that this could end any other way.
[Beeping, door slides open.]
Whew! That was difficult to watch.
I'm sure you're finding it hard to live with yourself.
It's understandable knowing what's coming next for your loved ones.
This will end your pain.
This will end everything.
NYPD.
We have reason to believe there's a murder suspect in this building, and we need to search it from top to bottom.
Sorry, Officer, but that's not going to happen.
This building belongs to the Central Intelligence Agency.
It's protected by the National Security Act.
I can't let you in.
I don't care if it's protected by the Hulk.
We're gonna tear this place apart.
[Indistinct shouting.]
Where is this guy? Where is he?! What, no alcohol swab this time? No need.
This stuff will kill you in about 12 seconds.
Or and just roll with me on this we could skip it.
There's no reason this has to end in tragedy.
Everything ends in tragedy, even an epic love story like yours.
NYPD! Hands in the air now! Of course.
I just need to turn this Ryan! Aah! - You okay? - Mason Wood is LokSat.
He's going after Beckett.
He's gonna kill her.
We have to warn her.
Dispatch, this is Esposito.
I need backup.
[Static.]
[Chuckling.]
This building is a black site.
All cell and radio communications are jammed.
We got to go.
Let's move! Go.
Call them off! They wouldn't listen even if I asked them to Which I won't.
Where is Mason taking Beckett to kill her? I have no idea.
We'll see.
[Grunting.]
I sure hope I get the correct dosage because forgetting to breathe can be such a drag.
Now you're gonna tell me everything I want to know.
[Vehicle approaches.]
Where is Mason taking Beckett? Where? Here.
There's a kill room in the basement with an incinerator.
That's where you were going to end up afterwards.
How do I get a message to Beckett? You can't.
I told you.
They shut down all the signals the second the police arrived.
How do we get out of here? You don't.
That door is the only way out.
And they have more bullets than you.
You and Mr.
Castle have quite a bond Unusual in your line of work.
Yeah, well, I'm crazy for him.
He's the love of my life.
And he understands the sacrifices that I have to make to do this job so Clearly, whomever you're up against is quite deadly.
You ever consider just walking away? Every day.
Why didn't you? I took an oath.
People that I cared about were murdered, and they deserve justice.
Must be hard carrying that weight.
I don't carry it alone.
Here we are.
The wet wall.
What are you doing?! That's the street side! You can't get out! We don't have to get out! We can get in! We can escape down there! If we stop shooting, they're coming in! Don't worry about us! Go get Beckett! So, who is this guy we're going to see? Oh, he's sort of a Milo Minderbinder.
Owes me for retrieving some things that were stolen from him.
He's gonna meet us down here.
I told him you were coming.
You better let me do all the talking in the Pull the gun out of your pocket - two fingers.
Put it on the ground.
Knock it off! I know it's you.
Now, gun on the floor Nice and slow.
I was, uh, worried you might be too smart to fall for this.
What's in the other pocket? Oh, this? It's just insurance.
See, mine is made of plastic, so it's unaffected by the electromagnet in the ceiling.
And I'm afraid I have some more bad news for you.
Your husband's dead.
You're lying.
No, I'm not.
He died about the same time I was picking you up.
As a matter of fact, his body is in the furnace behind you there, being reduced to a few pounds of ashes.
I think it's very fitting that your lives together end in fire, don't you? I'm not going in there without a fight.
That's very brave of you.
But it won't be much of a fight.
Drop the gun! Or I will kill you.
Castle, stand back! [Gun clatters.]
Woman: Meanwhile, in a dramatic scene, dozens of local and federal law-enforcement officials descended on a building in Midtown tonight, rescuing several police officers and arresting almost a dozen people.
How long before the CIA connection comes out? Not long.
It's too big a story for the agency to bury.
Get ready for hearings out the wazoo.
Yeah.
So, that's it.
We're finally in the clear.
Yeah, so we're gonna go to a bar and celebrate, yeah? Okay, have fun.
So, you handing in your resignation? No.
Boring is overrated.
Yo, Vikram, you coming? It's 7:00 in the morning.
- It's New York City.
- Yeah.
[Laughs.]
Hey! I'm gonna yell at you later.
But for now, I'm just glad you're both okay.
Oh, thank you.
Hey, Lanie.
You coming? Come on.
- Oh.
I'll check you later.
- Okay.
[Sighs.]
Ohh! Feel like I could sleep for a week.
How about some breakfast first? Best way to start off a hibernation.
Uh, you know what? Uh, why don't we just order in? You don't have to cook.
I love cooking for you.
And I love when you cook for me.
I'm gonna go change.
All right.
Hey, Beckett! Yeah? If Mason had an incinerator in the basement, why wouldn't he just dispose of Caleb's body there? Ohh! I told Mason that you would figure it out.
Castle? But the old man wouldn't listen to me.
Caleb, don't Sorry, Rick, but how am I gonna enjoy my retirement with you and the missus hunting me? Castle! [Breathing heavily.]
[Both grunting.]
Well, guess this is it.
Doesn't have to be.
We could, uh, go to dinner, debrief each other.
Why, Castle? So I can be another one of your conquests? Or I could be one of yours.
It was nice to meet you, Castle.
It's too bad.
It would've been great.
You have no idea.
Castle: Every writer needs inspiration.
And I found mine.
Beckett: Always.
Always.
I forwarded the whole thing to Agent McCord.
12 hours later, they were dead And what is LokSat? A very powerful and a very dirty analyst inside the CIA.
Vikram: Caleb Brown.
He'll lead us straight to LokSat.
This cellphone is enabled with GPS and will only function at Astor Park.
You can trace LokSat's next call.
This is it.
It's our one shot at LokSat.
[The Brady Bunch's "Sunshine Day" playing on radio.]
I think I'll go for a walk outside now [Pounding.]
The summer sun's callin' my name I hear ya now, I just can't stay inside all day I got to get out, get me some of those raaays Everybody seems so happy today [Pounding continues and muffled screaming.]
It's a sunshine day [Whistling.]
I think I'll take a walk every day now The summer sun has shown me the way to be happy now I just can't stay inside all day I got to get out, get me some of those raaays Everybody's smilin' Don't you just love this song? [Muffled shouting.]
Everybody seems so happy today I think I'll go for a walk outside now The summer sun's callin' my name I hear ya now [Distorted.]
I just can't stay inside all day I got to get out, get me some of those raaays Everybody smilin', Sunshine day [Suspenseful music plays.]
Okay, it's almost time.
All right.
Shall we review? Vikram: Please.
All right, according to Caleb, this phone is gonna ring at exactly 8:00 a.
m.
Now, because it's GPS-enabled, it will only work in this particular park.
At which time, an electronically altered voice Most likely LokSat's will issue Caleb his orders.
Orders that I'll intercept and trace with a cellular relay.
Okay, I'm gonna attach you to the relay.
You connected, Vikram? Synched up and ready to go.
Guys, this is it.
If all goes well, we'll identify LokSat and finally take his ass down.
And if anything goes sideways, we immediately shut it down and meet up at the precinct, got it? Roger that.
- You thinking what I'm thinking? - Mmhmm.
You want a Fudgsicle, too? I know.
Could be a trap.
Just because Caleb switched sides doesn't mean that LokSat doesn't have him under surveillance.
Any one of these people could be a LokSat agent or even LokSat himself.
Do you care to put a wager on it? Wager on what? On which one's LokSat.
I got 20 bucks says it's that handsy yogi over there.
I'm going for the Carrot Top Cruella De Vil.
Wait, wait Does she look a bit like your first ex-wife? She kind of does.
Oh, my God.
Could my ex-wife be LokSat? [Cellphone ringing.]
'Cause in a lot of ways, that would make perfect sense.
[Cellphone beeps.]
All right, Vikram.
Here we go.
Man: [Distorted.]
Good morning, Caleb.
I have an urgent matter for you.
There's an abandoned warehouse near Broadway and Flushing in Brooklyn.
There's a security booth in the parking lot.
Dead-drop a flash drive with the new bank routing numbers in the top drawer of that booth at precisely noon today for my accountant to retrieve.
That is all for now.
[Keyboard clacking.]
Did you get a trace? Vikram: I don't know.
The call was short.
Wait.
I got something.
Oh, no.
It says here the call originated in DYE-2.
A What's that? It's an abandoned Cold War radar station in the Arctic Circle.
LokSat must've set up a cellular relay there.
Guys, this is a dead end.
Or is it an opportunity? We all heard Caleb's instructions.
LokSat's accountant is going to expose himself at that dead drop.
Talk about high on the food chain.
We get LokSat's accountant It could bring us one step closer to LokSat himself.
Vikram, send an encrypted e-mail to Caleb.
He's gonna have to show up at that dead drop.
And you have to get ahold of Hayley.
We need all the help we can get.
[Sirens wailing.]
[Sighs.]
No matter how long I've been on the job, the burned ones always get me.
Yo, Lanie, we have a name? No, he's a John Doe.
Do we know who owns the car? It was stolen last night from a used car lot.
Unfortunately, I can't tell you much right now other than the victim was male.
And you see these burnt remnants around his legs, hands, and face? - Duct tape? - Yep.
Our victim was bound, gagged, and very much alive when the killer lit the fire.
Hell of a way to go.
Yo, this is an Andercott briefcase very high-end.
Can still make out the serial number on the frame.
If we're lucky, our victim registered it, and we can get his name that way.
Killer chose this location for a reason Vacant buildings on either side, not a security camera in sight.
It rained last night, so, clearly, these tracks were made afterwards.
Might be from the killer walking to his getaway car.
Yeah.
You know, why don't we make impressions of all the shoeprints and tire tracks? Maybe we'll get lucky.
And what do I need these for? Like I said, you're the lookout.
W-When we do our surveillance of LokSat's accountant, we're gonna need you to find a high vantage point, be our eye in the sky.
There's not a guitar in there, is there? Not the kind that plays music.
- Uh, Hayley.
- Hmm.
I-In case anything goes wrong I will get Martha and Alexis here, and I will protect them.
You have my word.
Thank you.
I owe you one.
And by one, I mean more like one dozen.
Mm.
After we take down LokSat, I am thinking I might tender my resignation.
So, you want to go back to being a government analyst? I want to go back to being boring.
Kind of forgotten what that feels like.
I know that probably sounds stupid.
[Chuckling.]
No.
No, not at all.
Thank you for doing this with me.
Are you kidding? Thank you for everything.
Almost there.
Yeah, almost.
Speaking of, we should head out.
Hey, Captain.
I'm sorry, are we Are we interrupting something? Uh, no.
What's going on? Well, we got a lead on our homicide.
The tire impressions made by our killer's getaway car show that the wheels were staggered, meaning the ones in the back were larger than the ones up front.
So, the car's exotic.
Well, specifically, it means that the car was either mid- or rear-engine.
So, even though we don't have any traffic cams from near the crime scene, we can scrub footage from the surrounding areas and then Hopefully find a car that fits the bill.
Okay.
Good job.
I'll leave you guys to it.
Yo, Beckett.
Is there something going on that we should know about? No.
Vikram, you got a view on that security booth? Completely unobstructed.
Okay, between the both of us, we should get a good photo of that accountant.
Are you sure that's all we'll need? Yeah, Vikram's gonna run the accountant's photo through facial recognition.
We'll I.
D.
it, and then we'll track him down later.
Hayley, you in position? That's an affirmative.
Your guitar all tuned up, ready to play? Just about.
Castle, you see anything? No.
Just two sewer rats fighting over a piece of pizza.
- Hayley? - Yeah? You see anything? All quiet on the Western front.
I don't get it.
Caleb sent me back an encrypted e-mail confirming he'd make the drop at noon sharp.
Don't worry.
He'll be here.
What f-stop are you using? Excuse me? F-stop, it's a function on the camera.
It tells it how much light to permit Yeah, no, I know what an f-stop is.
This isn't a shoot for National Geographic.
It's on auto.
[Guffaws.]
[Chuckling.]
Auto.
No, no, no.
Never use auto.
Here, let me get that for you.
- Castle, stop messing with my stuff.
- Ow.
I thought you liked it when I messed with your stuff? Hey, um, I hate to interrupt your pillow talk, but Caleb Brown's just arrived.
All right, guys.
Eyes peeled.
The accountant's gonna be nearby.
[Cellphone buzzing.]
[Buzzing stops.]
Okay, Caleb's making the drop.
[Cellphone vibrates.]
[Sighs.]
Espo, I'm kind of busy here.
Esposito: I know, I know, but listen I traced the serial number on that briefcase from the crime scene.
It belongs to Caleb Brown.
So, I had the lab run his DNA.
It's a match.
Caleb's dead.
Here's our victim.
[Static.]
Espo? Are you there? What is it? That's not Caleb.
Castle, this is a trap.
S08E22 Crossfire Anyone there? Can you hear us? Hayley? Vikram? They got a frequency jammer, Castle.
We're cut off.
[Engines rev, tires screech.]
Uh-oh.
Open fire! Castle! Sniper! Ohh! I don't have a clear shot.
I'm out.
Yeah, same.
Get in! Mason? We're out of here.
No one's following.
We're clear.
That was amazing! Mason, you, sir, are quite literally a lifesaver.
And talk about a getaway vehicle.
A Korean barbecue taco truck? Are you serious? Is anyone hungry right now? Because I could totally whip up some kimchi tostadas.
- Who are you? - Whoa.
Easy now.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
No, no, no, no.
Kate, Kate, Kate.
This is Mason Wood.
He's the head of the Greatest Detective Society.
I told you about meeting him in L.
A.
That doesn't mean that we can trust him.
Fine, don't trust me, but would you mind pointing that thing away from me? It makes me just a bit nervous.
Don't worry.
She's out of bullets.
Why would you tell him that? Because he saved our lives, and he's a friend! Who just happened to be at the right place at the right time with the right Korean barbecue taco truck? I don't think so.
She does make a good point.
Mason, what are you doing here? Your mother sent me.
My mother?! You know Martha? No, not that mother The other one.
The, uh, stepmother, Rita.
How do you know her? Once upon a time I was a lawyer with the State Department, and, on an overseas assignment, Rita was in my convoy going to the embassy.
We were hit.
We were taken hostage.
If it hadn't been for Rita, I Look, I just owe her, all right? And when she called and said that you two were sticking your noses into something dangerous and needed a babysitter, I said okay.
Did she tell you about LokSat, how it's connected Okay, just stop right there.
Now, whatever this is and whoever you have obviously pissed off, the less I know about this, the better my chances are of staying alive.
Remember, I'm just a babysitter, so I'll change your diapers and feed you your bottle and save you from a strike force of armed mercenaries, but I am not joining your fight.
Here, give me your cellphone.
Hit squad could find us on it.
I'm gonna dump them.
Here.
You're welcome to take anything you need.
It's all untraceable.
Good luck to both of you.
How do we thank you? You solved my friend's murder back in L.
A.
Let's call it even.
Here.
How did that happen? We were careful.
LokSat must've discovered that Caleb betrayed him and then got wind of us.
So LokSat killed Caleb, and then all he had to do was hack in to Caleb's account and send a fake e-mail to Vikram agreeing to make that drop.
LokSat is going to keep coming for us.
Or worse, he's gonna come after our families.
Okay, well, my dad's away on business, so he's okay for now, but you got to get Hayley to pick up Alexis and Martha and take them to the P.
I.
office safe room.
What about Vikram? He's in danger, too.
I'll track him down.
Then we'll meet up, and we'll make a plan.
No, no, no.
Come on.
Don't give me that face.
Just say, "We'll meet at the P.
I.
office.
" We'll meet at the P.
I.
office.
Okay.
I love you.
I love you, too.
- Yo.
- Hey.
Still haven't found any rear or mid-engine cars yet, but I still have several traffic cams to scrub through so Check this out.
CSU uncovered a message in that burned-out trunk.
Now, I think it was from Caleb.
He must've scratched it when the killer was driving him to that empty parking lot.
He carved it into the metal.
It survived the blaze.
Was he trying to I.
D.
his killer for us? "R-T H-D M-N"? Right-hand man.
Well, whose right-hand man? Vikram: LokSat's.
Who's LokSat? Caleb left that message for Beckett.
You're still not answering the question, Vikram.
Who the hell is LokSat? The Big Bad Wolf.
The person behind Senator Bracken, Allison Hyde, the hit squads Every terrible thing that's happened to me and Beckett for the past nine months.
You shouldn't have told them.
Yeah.
You should've.
Now tell us everything.
Come on.
No, no, no, no, no, no.
He's okay, he's okay, he's okay.
It's about bloody time you got here.
[Gasps.]
Oh, Richard.
Darling.
Oh, thank goodness you're all right.
[Sighs.]
Thank you.
- Where's Katherine? - She's coming.
So, what's going on? W-Why are we on lockdown? You didn't tell them? Considering the danger, I didn't think it was my place.
Dad, does this have something to do with what you found out in L.
A.
? Of course.
I apologize.
Uh, y-you both have a right to know.
This all started when So, Caleb was burned alive because LokSat found out that he switched sides and was working with you? Yeah, and now LokSat is going after Vikram, Castle, me Anyone that knows anything about them.
So, I need you guys to forget everything that you just heard.
Oh, no, afraid we can't do that, boss.
You guys, LokSat took out my entire AG team.
I'm not gonna let that happen to you.
And we're not gonna let you go to war without your two best soldiers.
Right now there's no war to be fought.
Castle and I are probably gonna have to disappear for awhile At least until we find another lead on LokSat.
Beckett, we already have one.
Caleb I.
D.
'd his killer.
LokSat's right-hand man.
You know what this means? Catching Caleb's killer will put us on a path to LokSat.
[Door opens.]
Guys, I got him.
- The right-hand man? - Yeah.
I found a credit-card hit off of Caleb's financials.
He ate alone at a diner last night.
They just e-mailed me the security-cam footage from the parking lot.
That's Caleb with the briefcase? Yes.
And that's got to be LokSat's right-hand man.
So, this is right before he torched Caleb.
He never had a chance.
Can you run facial recognition? No, we only have his profile.
LokSat and his cleaner have had us running for cover like they're the hunters.
That's good.
They'll never see us coming.
That is not what we agreed to.
You were supposed to grab Vikram and then come straight here.
I-I know, but that was before the guys were brought in on this and before we got actionable evidence on LokSat.
I can't leave now.
Well, then I'm coming down there.
I No.
No.
Absolutely not.
You can't risk coming out in the open.
And you can't risk staying in the open.
Castle, I am in one of the safest buildings in the city A police station A-and better yet, my police station with my cops.
Nothing's gonna happen to me while I'm here.
[Knock on door.]
Captain Beckett.
Babe, I-I got to go.
Will you stay at the precinct? Yes.
I promise.
I'll stay here.
I love you.
I love you, too.
[Cellphone beeps.]
- What do you got? - We found him.
So, we scrubbed through every available traffic cam around the crime scene, and we were only able to find one car with staggered wheels due to being mid-engine.
Which matches the tire impressions we found at the crime scene.
This is the car five blocks from the vacant lot, driving away.
No plates.
So, how do we know that LokSat's right-hand man is driving the car? Just wait.
Using traffic cams, we can follow the car to what we assume is his house.
[Mouse clicking, computer beeping.]
That's him, all right.
Who owns the home? A shell corporation.
Now watch.
This is a live shot.
He's still there.
All right, grab your tac gear.
We're going to that house.
Excuse me, Beckett.
Correct me if I'm wrong, but didn't you just tell Castle that you're staying put here at the precinct? You think I'm gonna send you into harm's way while I'm sitting safe behind a desk? No.
Not gonna happen.
You got a target on your back, we don't.
You're staying here.
Uh, he does know that I'm captain, right? Yes, ma'am.
You can fire us both for insubordination if you want.
Otherwise, we got this.
A feisty Merlot, an elegant spread, delightful company If I wasn't scared out of my mind, this would be a lovely afternoon.
I should be with Kate.
I promised her we'd take down LokSat together.
You also promised you'd stay here.
- I'm going to the precinct.
- Oh, no.
- I'll be fine.
Don't worry.
- I don't think Hey, it's okay.
[Sighs.]
It's fine.
I'll be fine.
Don't worry.
I will see you soon.
Okay? See you soon.
What are you doing? You can't go out there alone.
Someone has to watch your back.
And someone has to watch theirs.
[Sighs.]
I don't know those guys out front.
I know you.
Stay with them.
Please.
No need.
I'm armed.
I'm packing.
See? I'll be fine.
Mm.
Be careful.
Esposito: All right, Beckett, we're ready to breach.
Go.
NYPD! Move! Man: Front room clear! Room all clear! [Door slams open.]
Ryan: Get the closets.
Clear! Clear! Come on, guys.
Talk to me.
What do you see? Bedroom clear! Man: Clear! Place is empty, Captain.
By empty, we mean completely empty.
No furniture, no right-hand man, no nothing.
Beckett, he tricked us.
12th precinct, please 24th and 7th, fast as you can.
You got it, pal.
I hear ya now, I just can't stay inside all day I got to get out, get me some of those raaays Don't you just love this song? Everybody's laughin', sunshine day CSU is taking the place apart.
They're not gonna find anything.
Place was a way station.
You think he planned for us to follow him there? LokSat's people are CIA, which means they are experts at tactical subterfuge.
My guess is "Mr.
Right-Hand Man" anticipated our ability to track down his vehicle from the crime scene, and he led us to a place where he knew he could lose us.
Vikram: And your guess would be right.
Surveillance cameras on the street behind the house were disabled yesterday morning.
Ryan: So, our guy walked right in the front door, walked right out the back.
Which means we have no way of knowing where he went.
[Beeping, door whirs open.]
Ah.
Good.
Awake and alert, I see.
Who are you? Does it matter? I understand that, as a writer, the naming of a thing would seem to be of paramount importance, but, trust me, my name is the least consequential thing for you to know right now.
It's an embarrassing name, isn't it? Like "A Boy Named Sue"? Maybe your mother called you doofus.
I was named by the state.
But for operational purposes, I'm known as "Mr.
Flynn," and I've been entrusted with your interrogation.
By the time we're done, you will have revealed the names of everyone who knows about LokSat.
[Chuckles.]
So you can kill them? [Chuckling.]
Forget it.
I'm not telling you anything.
I'm not betraying anyone.
I don't care how many thumbscrews you put to me.
Oh, no.
I don't believe in torture.
Science is much more effective, and the company has made great leaps in the field of chemical truth agents.
Within the hour, you will tell me everything I want to know.
And then you will die.
Now, tell me honestly, was knowing my name really that important? Beckett: Dead end is not good enough.
This guy doesn't get to be smarter than us.
There's too much at stake here.
If we lose this thread, then we're just sitting ducks.
[Sighs.]
I need a miracle, guys.
Okay.
You got it.
One miracle coming up.
[Cellphone rings.]
[Cellphone beeps.]
Castle? No, it's Mason Wood.
Uh, I thought that you were done with us.
I was, but, unfortunately for me, I think I may have a lead that could help you.
What kind of a lead? A source that I worked with back in the early aughts, he's a facilitator for extralegal intelligence operations.
If anybody knows the dark side of the CIA, it's him.
Good.
Then we'll go see him.
- No, no, not we me.
- No, uh, Mason This guy's default setting is early '70s conspiracy thriller.
He won't talk to you.
Hell, he might not even talk to me.
Mason, this is my fight, and you're not gonna know the right questions to ask.
I have to be there.
All right, meet me in an hour at the corner of Grand and East Broadway.
Mr.
Flynn: Correct dosage is the key Just enough to compromise the central cortex and the parietal lobe.
Too much and well [Laughs.]
Let's just say that forgetting how to breathe is kind of a drag.
[Chuckles.]
Can I ask you a personal question? No.
As I said, I was raised by the state.
I never had a family growing up.
I never knew love in the way that you so clearly do.
Well, why don't you unstrap me? I'll come give you a big hug.
I've read your files.
You were an incorrigible playboy before you met Katherine Beckett.
What changed? I fell in love with her.
Why? Because I'd never met anyone like her.
Well, you've never met anyone like me.
Yeah, but you don't have the legs or the eyes or the brains or the heart.
Beckett makes me laugh.
She challenges me.
I became a better man.
W-Why am I telling you this? Right.
But these feelings make you vulnerable.
Surely, you must see that.
Yeah, well, what's the alternative, to be like you, a man alone without empathy? She's the reason you are on this table.
If you never met her, you'd most likely have a very long life ahead of you.
Surely, you would take a do-over if offered.
No, I wouldn't.
Hmm.
Interesting.
She's gonna find you You and LokSat.
And she's gonna bury you both.
And I can't tell a lie, right? Yes, but the fact that you believe it does not make it the truth.
Kate Beckett is going to be dead by the end of the night, and there is nothing you can do about it.
You seen Beckett? No.
Hey, guys.
I got something.
I pulled all active and passive cellphone signals originating from the cell tower that served the empty house.
Must have been hundreds.
Try thousands.
Which was daunting.
But then I screened them against phone signals along the route the right-hand man took from the crime scene to the house, and those IMEI numbers started to shrink until only one remained.
That, gentlemen, is Right-Hand Man's phone number.
Can you locate where that phone is right now? I could try.
Thanks for sharing your personal feelings.
They've given me some real insight.
You know, you You don't have to do this.
Clearly, you're looking for something more.
[Chuckles.]
Oh, no.
You misunderstood me.
I'm not yearning for a happy family, simply insight into how best to dissect one.
Now, time to get down to business.
Look, um maybe I could make a quick trip to the little boys' room before we get started with any more questions? Oh.
I won't be asking the hard questions.
Who will? My boss, the man you call LokSat.
[Beeping, door slides open.]
[Footsteps approach.]
Surprise.
You're LokSat? Yes, although, technically, that's the code name for my extralegal operations.
So, everything that happened in L.
A.
, the GDS, that was all a lie? Oh, no, no, no, no, the Greatest Detective Society is very real, connected in no way to my work with the CIA.
Think of it as a fun hobby.
[Chuckles.]
My stepmother is she dead? Not yet, but I needed you to trust me so I could find out who else knew about my existence before I kill you two.
So, let's get right to it because I have to meet your wife in just a few minutes.
Is he ready? - Yes, sir.
- All right, then.
Truth time.
Who knows about me? Beckett, obviously, and Vikram.
What about Hayley Shipton? Yes.
Detectives Ryan and Esposito? Yes.
What about your mother? Yes.
Ah.
Your daughter? - Yes.
- Yes.
Aww.
Anyone else? No.
Good.
That will be a weight off my shoulders once everyone has been neutralized.
Don't do this, please.
There is no shame in losing, Mr.
Castle only in the hubris that made you think that this could end any other way.
[Beeping, door slides open.]
Whew! That was difficult to watch.
I'm sure you're finding it hard to live with yourself.
It's understandable knowing what's coming next for your loved ones.
This will end your pain.
This will end everything.
NYPD.
We have reason to believe there's a murder suspect in this building, and we need to search it from top to bottom.
Sorry, Officer, but that's not going to happen.
This building belongs to the Central Intelligence Agency.
It's protected by the National Security Act.
I can't let you in.
I don't care if it's protected by the Hulk.
We're gonna tear this place apart.
[Indistinct shouting.]
Where is this guy? Where is he?! What, no alcohol swab this time? No need.
This stuff will kill you in about 12 seconds.
Or and just roll with me on this we could skip it.
There's no reason this has to end in tragedy.
Everything ends in tragedy, even an epic love story like yours.
NYPD! Hands in the air now! Of course.
I just need to turn this Ryan! Aah! - You okay? - Mason Wood is LokSat.
He's going after Beckett.
He's gonna kill her.
We have to warn her.
Dispatch, this is Esposito.
I need backup.
[Static.]
[Chuckling.]
This building is a black site.
All cell and radio communications are jammed.
We got to go.
Let's move! Go.
Call them off! They wouldn't listen even if I asked them to Which I won't.
Where is Mason taking Beckett to kill her? I have no idea.
We'll see.
[Grunting.]
I sure hope I get the correct dosage because forgetting to breathe can be such a drag.
Now you're gonna tell me everything I want to know.
[Vehicle approaches.]
Where is Mason taking Beckett? Where? Here.
There's a kill room in the basement with an incinerator.
That's where you were going to end up afterwards.
How do I get a message to Beckett? You can't.
I told you.
They shut down all the signals the second the police arrived.
How do we get out of here? You don't.
That door is the only way out.
And they have more bullets than you.
You and Mr.
Castle have quite a bond Unusual in your line of work.
Yeah, well, I'm crazy for him.
He's the love of my life.
And he understands the sacrifices that I have to make to do this job so Clearly, whomever you're up against is quite deadly.
You ever consider just walking away? Every day.
Why didn't you? I took an oath.
People that I cared about were murdered, and they deserve justice.
Must be hard carrying that weight.
I don't carry it alone.
Here we are.
The wet wall.
What are you doing?! That's the street side! You can't get out! We don't have to get out! We can get in! We can escape down there! If we stop shooting, they're coming in! Don't worry about us! Go get Beckett! So, who is this guy we're going to see? Oh, he's sort of a Milo Minderbinder.
Owes me for retrieving some things that were stolen from him.
He's gonna meet us down here.
I told him you were coming.
You better let me do all the talking in the Pull the gun out of your pocket - two fingers.
Put it on the ground.
Knock it off! I know it's you.
Now, gun on the floor Nice and slow.
I was, uh, worried you might be too smart to fall for this.
What's in the other pocket? Oh, this? It's just insurance.
See, mine is made of plastic, so it's unaffected by the electromagnet in the ceiling.
And I'm afraid I have some more bad news for you.
Your husband's dead.
You're lying.
No, I'm not.
He died about the same time I was picking you up.
As a matter of fact, his body is in the furnace behind you there, being reduced to a few pounds of ashes.
I think it's very fitting that your lives together end in fire, don't you? I'm not going in there without a fight.
That's very brave of you.
But it won't be much of a fight.
Drop the gun! Or I will kill you.
Castle, stand back! [Gun clatters.]
Woman: Meanwhile, in a dramatic scene, dozens of local and federal law-enforcement officials descended on a building in Midtown tonight, rescuing several police officers and arresting almost a dozen people.
How long before the CIA connection comes out? Not long.
It's too big a story for the agency to bury.
Get ready for hearings out the wazoo.
Yeah.
So, that's it.
We're finally in the clear.
Yeah, so we're gonna go to a bar and celebrate, yeah? Okay, have fun.
So, you handing in your resignation? No.
Boring is overrated.
Yo, Vikram, you coming? It's 7:00 in the morning.
- It's New York City.
- Yeah.
[Laughs.]
Hey! I'm gonna yell at you later.
But for now, I'm just glad you're both okay.
Oh, thank you.
Hey, Lanie.
You coming? Come on.
- Oh.
I'll check you later.
- Okay.
[Sighs.]
Ohh! Feel like I could sleep for a week.
How about some breakfast first? Best way to start off a hibernation.
Uh, you know what? Uh, why don't we just order in? You don't have to cook.
I love cooking for you.
And I love when you cook for me.
I'm gonna go change.
All right.
Hey, Beckett! Yeah? If Mason had an incinerator in the basement, why wouldn't he just dispose of Caleb's body there? Ohh! I told Mason that you would figure it out.
Castle? But the old man wouldn't listen to me.
Caleb, don't Sorry, Rick, but how am I gonna enjoy my retirement with you and the missus hunting me? Castle! [Breathing heavily.]
[Both grunting.]
Well, guess this is it.
Doesn't have to be.
We could, uh, go to dinner, debrief each other.
Why, Castle? So I can be another one of your conquests? Or I could be one of yours.
It was nice to meet you, Castle.
It's too bad.
It would've been great.
You have no idea.
Castle: Every writer needs inspiration.
And I found mine.
Beckett: Always.
Always.